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Could I interest you in a weekend recap?
Cheap!
We'll jump back to Thursday.
Went to a writer's meeting after work, which was both interesting and hectic. Lots of ideas slung around, plans for future issues were discussed, and the assignments for next month were made, all over pizza and beer.
Ahem.
And the monthly fashion section was, in fact, given to yours truly.
Express your pleasure at the tone.
So after the meeting I headed over to O.C. for a few drinks, which was same thing, different week.
So we took off and headed over to Chaise Lounge, which had awesome decor, subdued and comfortable lighting, and a cute back patio.
In fact, almost everything there was great, with the notable exception of a complete lack of patrons.
So we drove over to Dean's to catch the wind-down of a fashion show, which is where the Tanq & tonics began. (I had no idea, at the time, that they wouldn't stop for 2 days...)
We hung out there for a bit until the show cleared out, then were lured into "El Jefe Cantina" with the promise of dollar beer.
It was...not the nicest establishment I've patronized.
Sticky floors, tepid Budweiser served in translucent plastic Dixie cups, and then only when there's actually a tender behind the bar to serve it, the overarching scent of A/C mold, and stains of dubious origin covered their furniture, which in turn reeked of nights spent in close contact with very, very cheap perfume.
I'd recommend skipping that one.
Friday I worked late, then headed home and cleaned myself up to go out with Luis and friends downtown.
First stop was Dean's again, where the Tanq & tonics continued, and where one of us almost walked out the proud owner of a $200 Teen Wolf pencil drawing that hung on the back wall.
We took off from Dean's, dropped by Pub Fiction for a moment, then thought better of it and wandered over to Red Door instead.
And it was...a typical Red Door eve.
Very beautiful people. Very beautiful drinks. (With the exception of the World's worst "Irish Car Bomb" ever poured.)
And a very beautiful exeunt, upstaged, at 2am.
And, after a quick trip to Resurrection which has re-opened and sloughed off it's post-raid torpor, we finally went home at 4ish.
Saturday we get up around noon, Luis and I walk over to BerryHill for breakfast tacos, then get a ride from one of his friends to St. Arnold's Brewery, where they have tours every Sat. morning and apparently give away free beer.
Yes, heavy microbrew beers, mere hours after waking up, in 95 degree heat, inside a warehouse with no A/C, is a brilliant plan for 3 guys who've been up drinking all night.
Sounds like it'd be miserable doesn't it?
But, after the little speech/tour was over and they got down to handing out the free beer, it was a pretty good time.
After this, I caught a ride home to change before heading out to Katy to some friends' bridal shower.
Which was not at all like your typical "bridal" shower, and was more of a "hot dogs and beer with good friends" er, shower.
Stayed out there until around 9:30, then headed back to my place to clean up, (quite well this time), and get ready to meet T, Ed, and several others out at Europa.
A good night.
I hadn't seen T. in quite a while, and I'd really missed hanging out with her.
And the quickest way for Jer to turn on his earlier negative opinions about a club?
When he arrives, have many, many people gush compliments and attention his way about how happy they are to see him, how badly they missed him, what he's wearing, how he's dancing, or how clever he is in general.
And yes, I'm quite aware of the fact that you could float a matchstick on me, thank you very much.
So, after dancing most of the night, we closed down Europa. Dropped by House of Pi's for breakfast, and went home.
Sunday!
D and Luis met at my place at 12 to head over to our last Astros game.
Which also happened to be the last game of the season, with the playoffs on the line.
I spent most of the first half of the game staring a hole through the outfield scoreboard, watching the Sox/Yankees score come up one inning at a time. (And also the Cleveland/Chicago game, but I won't go into that here.)
In the end, the Astros did pull it out.
People went bananas. Confetti poured out of the rafters. Fireworks went off. And they dropped a banner on the outfield.
Very cool.
But, more importantly, the Sox also made it to the post-season, in suitably ridiculous fashion.
They have the exact same record as the Yankees. But instead of a tie-breaker game to decide the pennant, they go by overall record against that team. (10-9, in favor of Yank$ by one fucking game.)
Season over.
Pennant goes to the Yankees.
For the 7th time in a row.
I could almost get upset about that, but I have this sneaking suspicion that they're going into this playoff series still rattled over what happened last year, and another monumental choke is on the way in their first round against the Angels.
It's true, I might be biased...
K, I'm tired, and ready to head home.
Take care.
j.s.
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